walking home

i was walking from work today. the same image comes back. it's always arround eight pm. four big green large garbage disposals next to a seven eleven. eight or more people, like you and me. a family. they watch, select and grab what can. a little child is freesing.

people different from you and me because life is not always fare. trying to escape from what many times is unescapable: the other look from people like you and me.

i help in the best way i can, but (for now) i don't have enough time.